I seeFieldsMountainsForestsDesertAnd in all of these I seeYouLovelyThe most perfect lipsBetraying a smile as I compare your height to an acorn on the forest floorHands laced in mine almostSewnThey don't let goThe very life moving between the cellsSo perfectly fit like jigsaw piecesCompletePerfectThe warmth transferred like light through an open window on the soft furry coatOur catOne of manyLovingOur alone time confidantCuddlySoothingMuch like our bodiesUnder the coversTightly bound together with a magnetic forceLoveSafetyOur lips lockingThe most beautiful flavorPassion LoveCommitmentTrustSupportAll spoken silently breath by breathAll this I seeIn those deepBeautifulMossyHomelyEyes

In Tennessee where the liquor’stax free, the pool halls never closeexcept on Sundays, until one or soand you don’t have to look too hardfor a tavern where the music wears sharpknuckles, and the dancers all dance insharp toed boots, you know, I’ll neverleave here where the Creek flows so coldand sings solo to the chalk-white moonso full and low, it makes me want to break a rack and shoot without a scratch, anEight Ball in my right side pocket, my cuea rolled up tight Ben Franklin or two. Yo.

I'll walk down the hallsHand in HandReady to take a standMusic of macabre origin then plays"This dance if I may?"I wear my best noose.So obviously ObtuseThis ballIs the ultimate callFor the crazy'sTo have a death day partyOur lives never were so hearty.Shoes made of razor bladesBloodied nursemaidsPunch is spiked with cyanideTo evoke a lethal tidePop a pill maybe 4That way there is less goreLess to cleanPlease don't be meanKnives glitter darklyOur faces grimaced tartlyCut and sliceStab and diceBlood will fallAnd run down the hallsFor you see my dearDo not fearFor in these hallsLurks the suicidal ball.

Gloom! Gloom! Gloom!I can't see the Room for the GloomIs there anything else in this Room... but Gloom ?How can I bloom with all this Gloom in the Room ?How can I find my Vroom Vroom ?I start a poem "Too soon! Too soon!"And then it stopsAnd then there's GloomFetch me a Broom that I might sweep away all this GloomIf only there was something else in the Room... if only.

Doom! Doom! Doom!How did you get in the Room ?Who let the Doom in ?The Doom is in the Room... Again!!!Doom! Leave the Gloom aloneDoom!! Put the Gloom downDoom!!! I'm warning you now!

Shall I fume, shall I fume ?Locked in here with the Gloom and DoomNo! I shan't fumeThey'd only say he's too far goon (ouch!)What I need is a boom, a big big Boom!A Big Bang a boom boom Boom!A Boom BOOM enough to fill the whole RoomWith that kind of BOOM!I could take off to the MoonThen I'd sing a different tuneThere'd be no more Gloom and Doom.

But then, where would they go, what would they doPoor old Gloom and Little DoomyThey'd be out there in the cold with nowhere to goLost without any RoomyThey'd be looking in the window at me all sad and tearyMy poor Old Gloom and my poor Little Doomy.

No! I love my Old Gloom and, I love my Little DoomyI know what I'll doI'll put the Boom in my Room with my Gloom and my DoomAnd then we'll all have ourselves a HUGE partyA Big Blooming Booming Gloomy DoomyA Big Bang a Bang a Boom Boom Boomy DoomyWe'll all have a Ball in no time at allDown at the Old Gloom and Doomy.

1.He’d say anything to get me out of my shell.2. His pupils are hard, black marbles and I want to flick him off of me.3. He is always shuffling through women like they are a deck of cards.4. It’s just how the dice rolls.5. I was afraid of falling, of my arms snapping like wishbones.6. He waits until I’m swaying like a door hinge.7. My eyes are wide like 8 ***** and he hits me with that same click, roll, thunk of a pool ball table.8. You are cursing me. When you yell, you are cursing me.9. “Come out, come out, wherever you are…”10. I hope the bruises on your legs turn into birds. I hope you get out of here.